Quotes About Mortality

Nothing lasts, not forever. Not laughter, not lust, not even life itself. Not forever. Which is why we make the most of what we have. Why

Si los hombres supiesen lo que es la muerte ya no le tendrían miedo. y si ya no le tuvieran miedo, nadie podría robarles, nunca más, su tiempo de vida.

Wenn die Menschen wüssten, was der Tod ist, dann hätten sie keine Angst mehr vor ihm.

When you know as much as we do, nothing matters. Things just repeat. Day and night, summer and winter. The world is empty and aimless. Everything circles around. Whatever starts up must pass away,whatever is born must die. It all cancels out, good or bad, beautiful or ugly.

The professor smiled. "If people knew the nature of death," he said after a moment's silence, "they'd cease to be afraid of it. And if they ceased to be afraid of it, no one could rob them of their time any more.

Neden yüzleri kül gibi soÄŸuk? Varl?klar?n? ölü ÅŸeylerden kazand?klar? için. Biliyorsun, onlar varl?klar?n?, insanlar?n ömrünü tüketerek sürdürüyorlar. Fakat zaman, gerçek sahiplerinden al?n?nca ölüyor. Her insan?n kendisine ait belli bir zaman? vard?r. Ve bu zaman da yaln?zca onda kald?kça canl?d?r, yaÅŸar.

Wenn die Menschen wüssten, was der Tod ist, dann hätten sie keine Angst mehr vor ihm. Und wenn sie keine Angst mehr hätten, könnte keiner ihnen ihre Lebenszeit stehlen.

Tú sabes que viven del tiempo de los hombres. Pero ese tiempo muere literalmente cuando se lo arrancan a su verdadero propietario. Porque cada hombre tiene su propio tiempo. Y sólo mientras siga siendo suyo se mantiene vivo.

Fakat zaman, gerçek sahiplerinden al?n?nca ölüyor. Her insan?n kendisine ait belli bir zaman? vard?r. Ve bu zaman da yaln?zca onda kald?kça canl?d?r, yaÅŸar.

Once my song is ended, What comes to others soon or late, When their bodies pass away, Will also be my fate. My life will last the time of my song, But that will not be long.

Why are you so sad? Why are you crying? You sound so young. Why speak of dying?

Margrethe: And when all our eyes are closed, when even the ghosts have gone, what will be left of our beloved world? Our ruined and dishonoured and beloved world?

Bohr Before we can lay our hands on anything, our life's over. Heisenberg Before we can glimpse who or what we are, we're gone and laid to dust. Bohr Settled among all the dust we raised. Margrethe And sooner or later there will come a time when all our children are laid to dust, and all our children's children.

Isn't it rather terrible that what brings the pricking behind my eyelids is not old Eddy's death, or even the thought of human mortality in general, but certain strokes of rhetoric – certain alliterations, repetitions, and verbal sonorities which don't hold any literal meaning for me? I'm more moved by literature than by what it describes!

Memory is the only afterlife I have ever believed in. But the forgetting inside us cannot be stopped. We are programmed to betray.

Timor mortis conturbat me

Nineteen eighteen, said Carter. What happened then? asked Obama. Thirty percent of the population was infected, and two percent died

In the months of her slow death, she'd made little notes in a book, jotted down memories of her early life, as if gathering fallen leaves to her chest, to stop them from being scattered and lost by the coming winds.

All deaths are sudden, no matter how gradual the dying may be.

I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared of living on and on.

We all end up dying in the end. It's just a question of how and when.

Death is the promise we're all born with, sir. A good death is better than a poor one.

Everything may exist for a while - even justice. But the true state of the universe is anarchy. It is the mortal's tragedy that he can never accept this.

It is ironic that I saved both myself and those I cared for by recalling, at the crucial moment, my identity as an ordinary mortal. There are subtle dangers to the role of hero. I am glad I no longer have to consider them.